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Waa waa WANNAH…

Waa waa WANNAH wannah wah…

scrap truck 1

scrap truck 2

If you’ve seen “Sanford & Son“, you know what I’m trying to say here.

I was trying to imitate that “wa-wa” sax sound from the show’s theme song. Anybody? Someone out there knows what I’m talking about…

Happy Easter!

We decided to color some eggs for Easter this year:

Chris eggs

Eggs

Not too shabby! We tried to write things on the eggs in crayon, but the words didn’t show up too well. I don’t remember having that problem as a kid, but Chris speculated that the dye was more toxic back then and made everything stand out.

I sure hope that wasn’t the case…

Tree snow

While out walking in the snowy aftermath from yesterday’s storm, Chris took this charming picture:

Snow tree

What a beautiful shot - even if it is supposed to be spring!

Memo

Memo2

I sure hope he got it…

Intestines, anyone?

If you happen to have a craving for intestines, this may be the place for you:

Silver seafood

Intestines

Let me know how it is.

I see a puppy!

Okay - you may think I’m crazy, but I see a puppy in this cracker:

Puppy

I know you see it in there, but if not, here is an outline:

cracker dog 2

Isn’t it cute? Ruff, ruff!

New Camera!

We finally got a new camera!

Canon camera
Photo courtesy of Canon

It is a Canon PowerShot SD 1100 and it will be the camera we use for quick snapshots. Someday, we plan to get a bigger, more powerful camera, but this will do for now.

Now I can take oodles of pictures for posting! Yay!!

I hate shopping

Specifically, clothes shopping. Just ask anyone who knows me. I am not into fashion, and I don’t like to spend money, so that leaves me with clothes that are ten years old. Not that I’m complaining, although I do whine a bit. I just don’t “do” shopping. I’m the girl who will stand outside the store, peek in the window, and declare that there is nothing in there that I’d like. I’m a real treat, let me tell you.

Let’s take Monday’s foray into Macy’s. Not to get too personal, but I had to buy some basic undergarments to replace my…um…older items. I don’t shop until I have to, and I had to. Macy’s carried the brand I was looking for, so I went.

For the record, large department stores intimidate me. The employees are directed to be super helpful (which is really scary), so the faster I get out of there, the better. Since I had something specific to buy, I was able to make the trip quick and relatively painless. After sprinting through the makeup/fragrance department to avoid the people in white coats waiting to pounce on me with their brushes and atomizers, I went up to the lingerie floor. I did my best not to make eye contact with anyone, for fear that they might approach and attempt to help me. I pretended to know where I was going, all the while scanning the racks until I spotted what I was looking for. I slithered through the garments and grabbed a package looking for sizes which, to my dismay, were based on waist measurements.

Sigh.

I don’t have a clue what my waist/hip size is, and this was a new brand for me, so I didn’t have any past purchasing experience to go on. I know what pant size I wear, but I don’t measure such things in inches. If it fits, good. If not, find a bigger size.

I had three options. One, I could just make a guess and buy something, hoping it fit once I got it home. Two, I could just say “forget it” and go home (which was really tempting). Three (this is what I chose), I could ask someone about the sizes. Oh - what a novel idea! Asking a salesperson a question!

Thankfully, the salesperson I decided to ask was really helpful and measured my waist so that I could find the right fit. I bought a couple of packages and bolted out of the store before anyone else could approach and persuade me to buy something.

Looks like I’m set for another four to five years!

Razor conspiracy

There is a razor conspiracy going on, and it really burns Chris up. I know. I witnessed him having a minor meltdown in the razor aisle at the drugstore. The mere injustice of razor companies controlling consumer’s options makes him MAD – just like the Hulk.

Well, almost.

Once upon a time, before marketing took over the world, a man (or woman) could go to the store and have his/her pick of a few nice razors. You could even choose to use a generic replacement blade, instead of shelling out big bucks for the name brand. Wasn’t life grand?

Those days are unfortunately over. Now, razor companies force you to buy the brand-spanking-new razors that they come up with once a month. You know the kind – razors with FOUR TITANIUM BLADES that will give you such a smooth, close shave.

Razorsm

Really - could four blades get any closer than two blades? Perhaps there are even razors out there with one blade that can do a good job. I personally haven’t found one, but it’s not about me.

The point is, when is it going to stop? How many times can you improve on a razor? Are they using some rare, super sharp blade that is in short supply and high demand to explain the abnormal prices we must pay?

Maybe we should just stick it to the disposable razor companies, and go back to something simple, like the straight razor:

Sweeney Todd
Sweeney Todd

Than again, maybe not.

The mind is a terrible thing to race

Particularly in the wee small hours of the morning. Why is the mind so darn active at those crazy hours? Songs pop into your head and won’t leave, you toss and turn, random thoughts invade your brain…is your mind not as tired as you are?

This morning, our kitty Matilda woke me up at 3:00a.m., but I had already gone to the bathroom every hour on the hour since 11:00p.m. so it wasn’t like she was disrupting any sort of meaningful sleep. I was having some weird anxiety dreams anyway, so I decided to get up with her. I think she may have had a nightmare, because she was pretty cuddly once I sat down on the living room couch.

Thirty minutes later, after petting the cat, staring out the window and talking myself out of going on the computer because it might disturb the neighbors next door (who weren’t even awake and don’t sleep in their living room, so they couldn’t possibly see the light of my monitor or lamp), I went back to bed. I still couldn’t sleep. Neither could Chris, apparently. After another half hour of his tossing and turning, I asked if he was awake.

He was, and we decided that we needed to do something to calm our minds down.

No, we didn’t do that.

At 4:00a.m. we decided to download “Fantasy Island” from OnDemand. We watched the episode entitled “Hit Man/The Swimmer” from 1979 (Season 3, Episode 1) starring David Doyle (he played John Bosley on “Charlie’s Angels”), and Eve Plumb (you know her as Jan Brady from “The Brady Bunch”). It was relaxing and quite entertaining. Yeah - we’re dorks.

Anyway, our plan worked. Watching that show made us sufficiently tired, so we were able to catch a few more hours of sleep before Matilda proceeded with her regularly scheduled wake-up meow.

Nothing like a good shot of “Fantasy Island” to dull the senses!